Blood & Bones: Whip (Blood Fury MC 11)

Especially after he got bent at Pete’s. He shouldn’t have since everybody had a right to their own opinion, whether right or wrong. His opinion about the sisterhood and the kids being property of the club, just like the sweet butts, might be different for an outsider.

An outsider like Fallon.

He wasn’t only attracted to how the woman looked. It was the way she spoke, her intelligence and confidence, too.

For fuck’s sake, how many women were brave enough to travel the fucking country by themselves on a damn sled?

Not very many, if at all.

She had given up on a life full of stability and predictability to start a new one full of unknowns. How many people had the strength and the initiative to do that?

Again, not too many because of those unknowns. Most people were more comfortable sticking with what they already knew. Giving up everything and taking off on a bike to travel the country was far from that.

Just like Fallon ending up with a damaged tire and oil pan. Was it unexpected? Fuck yeah, but she didn’t freak out, she calmly dealt with it.

She didn’t get bothered when he got pissed, she calmly dealt with it. She didn’t seem to be hot tempered but level-headed, and he liked that. It drew him in as much as her blue eyes, her tempting mouth, and everything else about her.

He wanted to join her in her room, but he might have gone and fucked that up. The way she held onto him on the ride from Pete’s back to The Grove Inn gave him a little hope, but that didn’t mean much.

She used his shoulder for balance as she dismounted. After unbuckling her helmet, she slipped it off. He couldn’t peel his eyes from her when she once again shook her head and combed her fingers through her hair in an attempt to get it back in place.

Neat or messy, it was sexy as fuck. Her hairstyle fit her face and her lifestyle perfectly.

“Will text you tomorrow to let you know the Honda’s back and what time one of us will come get you. Probably when one of us has a test drive.”

She stared at him for a second, tucked the helmet under her arm and stepped closer to his sled. “Will you?”

“Yeah. Got your keycard?”

“I do.”

“’Kay then.” He was not ready to end the fucking night, but he wasn’t going to stay if he wasn’t wanted.

“Whip…”

“Yeah.”

Putting a hand on his shoulder again, she leaned in and put her mouth to his ear. “Get off the bike.”

Her words were soft but firm, and drawn out so slowly they sent his blood rushing south.

Jesus fuck.

As he scrambled off his sled, she stepped back, and as soon as he had both boots on the pavement and his keys shoved deep into his pocket, she fisted his cut and dragged him over to the door, while pulling the keycard out the back pocket of her jeans.

His heart skipped a beat at the same time the light turned green and the lock clicked. Without releasing his cut, she pushed open the door and tugged him inside, slamming the door shut behind them.

Before she even turned on the light, she had him shoved against the door and, in the dark, her warm breath beat against his lips. Their mouths were so damn close it wouldn’t take much effort to take hers.

“I’m older than you,” she whispered on an exhale.

He inhaled her words. “Yeah.”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“Fuck no.”

“Good.”

Yeah, it was.

She continued, “I’m assuming you’re interested in the same thing I am.”

Was that ever in question? “Why the fuck are we still talkin’?”

A husky noise that came from the back of her throat escaped.

Since the drapes were pulled, the room was so goddamn dark he couldn’t see shit and could barely even make out her features even though she was standing that close.

But he didn’t need to see shit when her mouth found his and he let her tongue explore for a few moments. He’d let her have this moment, this power, for right now, but that was not how tonight would go.

If she thought it was, she’d be wrong.

He’d never been submissive, even with Billie. But his ex-girlfriend—and now sweet butt—had taught him a lot in the short time they were together. One lesson he learned was how he liked sexually aggressive women but not to the point of being dominating. He preferred sexually secure women like Liz, who had a high sex drive but still had a soft and nurturing side.

It was hard to believe he’d only met Fallon this morning. Because of that, he had no idea if she was like that. In the end, it didn’t matter if she was or wasn’t since this wouldn’t be anything more than sex between them.

As soon as “Agnes” was fixed, she’d be hitting the road once again and going back to doing her thing.